• After last week’s brilliant sunrises, I was terribly disappointed to find my Mumbai cast in a pall of grey smog. Without even the slightest chill, it’s gloomy and grey almost like a monsoon day. I do hope this smog clears up else we’ll be having a winter of coughs and colds.

    A brilliant swirl of pink and gold

    Feel the glow of the morning sun

    A glorious sunrise

    And today a sky that’s grey and glum

    My city’s vanished in the smog!

    You know it’s winter in Mumbai when you see

    • red carrots in the market
    • Tibetan Sweater sellers on the road
    • young girls wearing scarves
    • the city drowns in smog

    I’m linking this post to Skywatch Friday which has some amazing skies from round the world.

  • No beard for this hubby

    English: Thomas Nast's most famous drawing, &q...
    Thomas Nast’s most famous drawing, “Merry Old Santa Claus”,
    from the January 1, 1881 edition of Harper’s Weekly. 
     (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
    The only bearded man I like is Santa Claus- partly because he
    is fat and jolly and says Ho, Ho, Ho; and partly because he only exists in
    Department stores and Christmas parties where he hands out presents . Bearded
    men always fill me with a certain dread – looking scruffy and unkempt and if
    they are big and well built, appear menacingly scary. Many years ago, my husband decided
    that he needed a break from routine and decided to stop  shaving on the weekend. Many women welcome this
    break and the stubble that can tickle but not me. But before I knew it, the weekend
    stubble became a daily growth till finally it grew into a full fledged beard.

    At first it didn’t matter because a beard was less poky than
    a stubble and somehow the added hair gave Hubby Dear an air of distinction
    especially when he stroked it for effect (while he was thinking).  He would spend hours grooming it, combing it,
    trimming it, while his razor collected grime and grunge with non-use. And the
    beard kept on  growing  till it became a coffee filter that needed to
    be cleaned after each cup of coffee. Of course my protests were ignored with
    practiced ease till one day we were walking and Hubby Dear had a strong desire
    to pee.  With a bathroom nowhere in
    sight, he decided to approach the petrol pump of which we were esteemed clients
    with an account that ran into thousands each month. My husband went to the
    back, to use the Staff Toilet but was shooed off like a criminal because he was
    mistaken for a Khalistani terrorist! Needless to say when we went home that
    night, out came the razor and off came the beard and I regained my husband –
    beardless once more!

    ‘This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette”

    I would like to tag

  • No food to say NO to.

    no food! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    How easy it is for us to say NO
    to food we don’t like
    because we’re simply too full or just not in the mood

    How easy it is  for us to to say no
    to food that is not to our liking or taste.
    Our exclusive palates so pampered and spoilt
    That we flatly refuse to try anything slightly unfamiliar
    Scared to try even the tiniest of crumbs

    We stick up our noses at strange smells and aromas
    And stay by what’s trusted and tried over years.
    We condemn all those others who don’t eat like we do
    And judge them as barbarians or philistines or just plain cuckoo.

    We have food fads and fancies
    And gadgets and gizmos
    And people who pander
    To our diets and food kinks.

    How easy it is for us to choose the food that we like
    The tastiest, the best and the choicest of choices.

    How easy it is for us to make food
    With exotic ingredients from far off places
    With  strange sounding spices
    And unpronounceable names.

    How easy it is for us to stuff ourselves to burping
    Eating whatever we want to
    whenever we want to  and the way that we want
    Sometimes more than we need.

    And yet there are people, just a few feet away
    Who day after day and year after year,
    Don’t know from where their next meal is coming
    Who don’t have the privilege of saying NO
    To the food they don’t like
    They don’t have an idea of how to say NO
    It’s not of my choice.
    I don’t like the colour
    I don’t like the flavour
    I don’t want to eat now

    Because the poor souls have NO food at all.

    The next time we dismiss food on the table as unappetising or simply not our favourite, let us think of the millions of children who don’t have the luxury of saying no to food. We are indeed lucky that we don’t have to think about this problem – that we have the opportunity to feed our bodies and our minds. While it is impossible to feed every hungry mouth, it is definitely possible to feed one. Let us feed a child today but also keep in mind

    Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

    Let each one of us lucky Indians help eliminate Classroom hunger today.

    I am going to #BlogToFeedAChild with Akshaya Patra and BlogAdda

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